by Iaz Grant
Then his finger began to gather the rest of her hair until his hand had cupped her entire head and he was staring straight into her blue eyes.
"Beautiful," He remarked.
Then as if he finally had time to think about the question she asked him earlier, he twitched his lips sideways and smiled when she licked her lips as a response.
“Well, Tanya,” He started, “I do think that you think yourself so beautiful and determined, you do not have time to notice anyone but yourself. Why did you notice them?” He asked her.
His question puzzled her. But what puzzled her more was the way he was now staring at her lips and the way he twitched his lips every passing second. She wished to Albion riches that he would stop making her this weak. She had no idea that seeing him flirt with other creatures would make her seem this attracted to his whims.
“They were fairies.” It was the only excuse Tanya could think of.
Of course, no creature on Earth and in the world beyond would come across a fairy and not notice them. Wood fairies especially are beautiful, radiant and mischievous. They are bound to be seen.
“So, it wasn’t my chatter with them that got under your skin darling?”
The hunch of the man! Tanya wished she could curse him, but she knew he was driving home to the truth. The whole time that he flirted with the fairies, she had wished that he was doing it with her and not with them. She imagined how little time it took to believe that he was hers, even though the plan was only to act like a couple until they got the Louvre.
She was about to say something stupid again when Abel suddenly stopped moving. His hand that cupped her head dropped, but his head started advancing towards her. It was well obvious what he was about to do, yet Tanya couldn't find the strength to resist him. She closed her eyes instead and allowed the softness of his lips to envelop hers.
As he kissed her, Tanya felt the coldness of his lips first. Then, there was the hunger that she felt earlier, and this somehow pushed her to allow more of his lips. Abel too wanted more, and he was closing in on her gradually. He didn't touch her yet, but Tanya could feel her whole body vibrate with the need of his hands roving all over them.
His lips closed in on her lower lips as Tanya began to blow warm breath into his mouth. She did this unconsciously and wondered why it felt so right. For a while there, she felt a passage of energy coursing through her and passing on into Abel's body. Soon, the energy was out again and rushing back to her. She eventually could feel the energy caging itself in the warm space between her thighs. She suddenly began to think of the Neymarchar.
Abel must have felt the energy too. Soon, he was no longer pressing his lips on hers but was also penetrating the insides of her mouth with his tongue. He swallowed her saliva and replaced it with his. It didn't take long before he rolled his tongue over hers, and Tanya could only allow him, enjoying the way he was demanding for more and more.
She thought nothing could supersede the feeling his mouth was causing in her mouth and her head, but she was wrong. Abel began to step towards her and guiding her backward and backward until she was stopped in her tracks when her back hit solid and thick wood. He seemed to have backed her against an enormous tree, but Tanya wasn't concerned about this.
Immediately, his fingers began to move all over her body, increasing the beat of her heart and reducing her breathes.
“Stop!”
Tanya thought she said the word out, but she didn't. She wouldn't mean it anyway. But she gradually was unable to handle his hand on her body. He started by tracing his fingers from her open knee and beneath her skirt towards her upper thigh. He concentrated slowly on her thighs and began to trace inexplicable figures until his very touch tickled her senses raw. She wanted him to stop!
Abel stopped kissing her and brought his lips lower to her neck. It finally gave Tanya better breaths than those she had as he touched her and kissed her at the same time.
Soon, his lips moved to her ears and he began to whisper to them.
"I never stopped looking at you since we met," He whispered.
Tanya realized that her senses were too dull to reply him. She only arched her waist and plastered the whole of her back to the tree as he arched in closer on her. She could feel the hardness beneath his abdomen hitting her cleft, and she was surprised at the anticipation that she between her thighs.
"I wanted you from the very beginning," He whispered again.
Tanya knew this was true. Reminded of their first meeting at the tavern, she was quickly keen on not forgetting how seductive his stare was then. She had thought she really didn’t care about it then. What changed?
“I knew you wanted me too.”
Well, perhaps she wanted him as well, Tanya tried to convince herself. All it took to make her realize how much she did was some stupid wood fairies and their knack for male admiration.
Abel was whispering a whole lot of other words too, but Tanya already stopped listening. She couldn't concentrate on his words anymore since his hands had travelled from her thighs and were now on her chests.
Wanting his hand deeper into her chest, Tanya arched her waist, giving him more approve so he could move on. Rightly, Abel adjusted his hand until it was firmly tucked beneath her blouse. He whistled softly into her ears before cupping one of her breasts into his firm hand. Tanya gasped at the way his palm barely touching her breast affected her. Her knees could no longer support her waist.
"Soft," He whispered.
Tanya was completely thrown into confusion with everything that was happening. Again, she wondered what had changed in the past few minutes, or was it days. Walking through the forest had been completely boring and too long, and she had never thought it was going to involve both of them touching each other.
Am I touching him too?
Tanya almost gasped when she realised where her hand was. She hadn’t even realised that one hand was firmly holding his neck while the other was coyly holding on to the hem of his trousers. She knew why it was there. She sincerely hoped to hold his hard shaft and feel first-hand how hungry he was for her.
As if Abel could read her mind, he plastered his whole body more into her, allowing more of his hardness to graze her palm and kick into the thin line of her clit beneath her cloth. Tanya couldn't do anything but moan softly, severely anxious for what Abel wanted to do next.
His hand had not left her breasts, though, and he was gently squeezing them as he still whispered into her ears. Surprising her, Abel managed to fold her top to reveal one of her breasts and naturally took the nipple into his mouth. Tanya grasps at the madness but found herself tightening her grip on his neck to ask for more.
He suckled gently first and was taking everything later like he couldn’t handle the patience. Tanya could feel the grip of his lips as they sucked quite angrily but provocatively, until all the hairs on her body was at a tip. Arching her waist again, she was surprised that she was giving him more access to every part of her body, and being the man that he is, he was taking his chances at everything.
He folded back her blouse and held her still to the wall. He was breathless, and so was she.
"Tell me to stop," He ordered.
Tanya knew it was perhaps the wisest thing to do, but she wanted more than just his lips on her nipples. She also wanted his hands between her thighs instead of just tracing the edges of her thighs. In truth, she even wanted his shaft going inside her so fast and coming out so hard. She couldn’t believe that she had even thought about the Neymachar the whole time that he was touching her.
“Stop.” She finally told him.
He seemed to have heard differently for he was back so close in an instant. This time around, his fingers worked swiftly under Tanya’s skirt and went straight for her clit. In a few second, Tanya gasped uncontrollably as his finger slid comfortably into the wetness of her clit. Wanting him to continue against her initial wish, she held on to his hand and guided it out and back in.
Abel was already creating a rhythm with the penetration of his finger, and Tanya wasn’t amazed to realize that the movement of his finger rhymed with the soft moans that she released every passing second. She couldn’t control it. The feeling was that good.
Then as fast as everything started, it was over. Abel remotely and quickly adjusted back Tanya’s skirt and smoothened it. He was still staring hungrily into her eyes and there in his eyes was unmistakably the hunger, still burning hot and eager.
“What is it?” Tanya asked him, confusion taking over the ecstasy in a flash.
“We should get back on the road.”
Abel’s reply surprised her. She immediately felt a darkness take over all the arousal she had felt in the past few minutes. He sure hadn’t planned to kiss her, to touch her, to suckle her and to finger her down there, and now the Louvre was back on his mind. Was he that frigid?
Still contemplating on why he did everything he did and would no longer continue with it, she watched as his gaze travelled through the distance at the lofty buildings of Sheelah. His eyes might have gone there, but there was something about the way he looked on as if his mind was filled with something else.
Eventually, Abel turned to Tanya and held her hand to his lips.
“I will always want you, Tanya, and one day, I will drive so passionately inside you. I will be glad to hear you moan my name too.”
He stopped to look at her.
"But not today," He muttered, "Not here."
Then he turned and started walking towards the promising land of Sheelah. Their goal lies ahead, and Tanya could only shut her lust and walk silently behind him.
She would think about everything later.
At least, she was now aware of the unending lust that would silently be between them till they got their hands on the Louver.
----- End of Book 1 -----
The Louvre
The Louvre Series: Book 2
Vivia Fleckenstein
Copyright © 2016 by Vivia Fleckenstein
All rights reserved. No part of this guide may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
Published by Grant Publishing
QUEEN ZANNA
Wealth and happiness were two different things. In Sheelah, the wealth of the land was evident to see to all and sundry. Now, the happiness in which the people of Sheelah lived was more than evident; it just couldn’t be hidden. The wealth of Sheelah was visible in the streets, it showed in their buildings and markets. However, the happiness in the land was a tangible thing, almost like it could be held by the palms of the hand; it was undeniable on the faces of the residents. Even the visitors who only came for the tourney caught this bug soon enough. All faces seemed to be filled with contentment and bliss.
It was with a powerful sense of satisfaction that Queen Zanna watched her subjects. She stood regally on the balcony of her palace. Her tall frame leant over the rails and her eyes were scanning the crowd in her court. What she saw on the faces near and beyond pleased her immensely. The success of a ruler can easily be gleaned on the faces of her subjects. These were the words her mother had told her before she died and Queen Zanna had always gone by those words- until now.
Sighing heavily, she took one deep breath and turned away from the balcony. She swept off and proceeded to make her announcement to the members of the court of Sheelah. Soon, the faces here filled with bliss might turn sour starting with her 21 members of the court. Nevertheless, what needs to be done must be done.
As she glided gracefully into the court, every one of them bowed to their waists respectfully. Her court members were specially handpicked by her and consist of all creatures except the Encantados- those ones could never survive out here for long. The chosen ones were wise, prudent, loyal and discreet if need be. Well, there was such time as now when all those sterling qualities for which they were chosen would be necessary.
She took her seat on her golden throne flanked by her two loyal servants who had become dear friends- Dala and Fawn. Both were fairies and a couple. The court itself was a large round hall surrounded on all sides by the walls that formed the exterior to the gardens of the palace. As a result, sweet fragrances always flowed in. The decoration was recently set to match the colour of the tourney-crimson and snow. A lot of shining chandeliers could be seen. Silver and gold were in abundance at every turning. Casting her gaze over the entire court, Queen Zanna gave a small smile. Let this show begin.
“It is with great pleasure that I greet you all this day. As you all know, the tourney will start soon and thanks to you, my faithful members of the court, we have sent messengers far and wide to announce in all lands.” She stopped to clear her throat and view the nods and satisfaction as it passed across the faces.
“Since the beginning of this week, we have witnessed the inflow of all kinds of creatures into our beloved home, Sheelah. News reaching is that they are all comfortable with our provisions and hospitality. For this, I say thank you.”
Her subjects respectfully bowed their heads in acknowledgement of her appreciation. They loved their Queen for this- she never took all the glory and accorded them their honour too.
“As with every year, our people are out there waiting to be formally addressed to indicate the opening of this year’s tourney. Before we make the announcement, I call you here to tell you something of utmost importance as regards the tourney. This year, there will be an addition, something entirely different.”
She saw the curiosity on their faces, they started to murmur amongst themselves, each asking the other what he or she knows about this. The Queen gave them some time to discuss this knowing they would come out empty- she had told no one of this new twist to the tourney, not even Fawn and Dala.
“This is a matter I have told no one and you have to swear an oath to the Fates that the matter will not leave this court.”
Now, they all shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Once more, she relied on her ability to read faces and she could see that they were wondering what could be this great to warrant an oath. She knew she doesn’t need the oath, she just wanted them to know how serious she was about not disclosing the addition, at least, not now.
One of the more outspoken of them cleared his voice loudly, indicating his willingness to talk. She nodded in his direction.
“My Queen, though we wonder what it is that you want to say. However, you know you do not need our oath before you can be rest assured of our secrecy when you give the order. We feel you insult our loyalty with this oath you are proposing.”
Queen Zanna smiled inwardly, just the words she wanted to hear. Sometimes, one needed to be sure of her facts.
"I am sorry I had to make that demand. The twist to the tourney requires such. But as you have made calm my mind about your continued loyalty, I declare it no longer necessary. Let the Fates be our witness as we speak.
They all nodded in unison, all errors were already forgotten.
“This year, the prize for the winner gets bigger. There will be more than the Louvre to be won by the winners of the tourney. My daughter, Luna, whom you all know to be a very young Sidhe, would be given as a bride to the male fighter who emerges the winner.”
Here she stopped and sat back in her throne. She was waiting for the reaction and it wasn’t long in coming.
“But my queen,” her Peace Ambassador, a little dwarf of a Sidhe, spoke up “this would cause controversy. Remember, the contestants are already a couple and do not need this extra prize. Giving a bride to the male fighter could be devastating for the female cheer.”